On the stairs leading up the Sword Pavilion mountain peak, a tall slender-looking youth that seemed as if the slightest breeze could blow him over was climbing them.
The disciple who he passed would stop and stare at him in confusion and with perplexed looks on their face, some would even show a minute amount of hostility.
This reaction from these Sword Pavilion disciples was because of the signature red robes of the Blade Pavilion, which were comically about to slip off of him due to his thin frame. This youth looked around fifteen, sixteen years old with a stern look on his face. He looked like a disciplined youth who would earnestly work hard on his cultivation and Saber Skills, but at the same time would forsake everything in the outside world. Neither participating in social interactions nor thinking that it was worth his time to do such things.